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The one where a day

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of rest has been greatly appreciated.  It has been really nice today, not having anything that absolutely, positive had to be done.  I went to the noon meeting at Recovery Central, came home, took a nap and then Mr. Iknead and I had dinner with friends.  Lots of QT on the Slippery Sock, so far pretty much on schedule, heel turned, gusset done and in the home stretch working toward the toe.

For the obligatory blog picture, it’s the Papoose in her Easter finery.  Not as good as in real life but, good anyway.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.  Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)

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The one where the Slippery

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socks are at least half finished.  Had a small setback and had to do some serious tinking, so that’s all right.  My new yarn bowl is “da bomb” in the words of a good friend of mine, Ron S. It’s even prettier in person.  I love it!

This has been a really long day and so I’m going to wrap this up and go to bed.  Tomorrows post will probably be pretty long.

A liar should have a good memory.  Quintilian

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Knitting

The one where the WIP Wednesday

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is the Slippery Sock.  One more row and I’ll start the gusset and heel flap.  It’s not as slow going as I thought and I’m hoping to be ready to start the second sock sometime this weekend.  It helps that it’s Memorial Day, that means an extra knitting day.  Yay for holidays!  The cables haven’t photographed well unfortunately but you can make them out.

Here it is

There are two cable patterns, so I got the bright idea to photograph and post both.  Yeah, that kind of thinking is what gets me the big bucks.  : 0)  Here’s the other

As an aside, today was a much better day.  We’ve all (Mr. Iknead, me and my dad) had some time to think about our situation and make some decisions about the future.  I think all of us feel a little better about it now.  It’s been a very difficult past few weeks, we’ve had a lot to figure out, but things are looking up.  .

I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.  Orson Welles (1915-1985)

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The one where the results

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Dad’s PET scan were not good.  His cancer has pretty much replaced his left lung, very little airspace left, he has bone and liver metastasis.  Radiation is out of the question, way too much lung involvement, too big and the type of cancer he has, squamous cell, doesn’t respond well to chemo.  I don’t know what’s coming next, Dad’s a real fighter, a never say die kind of guy, but right now, the ball’s in his court, so to speak and we’re all very tired and overwhelmed.

My knitting has saved me the last few days; all I’ve wanted to do is hide out and work on my socks and play in my stash.  Tomorrow is WIP Wednesday, will have to scare something up to share, but right now, I can’t think of a thing.

No picture tonight, just don’t have the heart.

Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions.  Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)

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Knitting

The one where her knitting

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is all she can think about right now, even though I’m still at work and will be for another hour or so.  I’m totally into the Slippery Socks and will be ready for the heel flap in the next day or so, dependent as always on how much knitting time I have.  I hate it when my work life crowds my knitting life.  Cramps my style a bit.

I’m proud of my progress, take a look –  This one shows the cables a little better.  Look good don’t they?

We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.  Mother Teresa (1910-19970

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The one where mutants,

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mutants, I say, have taken over my sock drawer.  Here, look

Before

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After

Really, I came across these socks this afternoon and after looking close, they had huge, huge holes in them where I had dropped a stitch here and there and being a newbie knitter, just ignored them and hoped they’d go away.  They didn’t.  So in the heat of the moment, I decided to frog them, this is what I ended up with.  Very curly, very pink Jitterbug.  Here’s hoping that a nice soak with Euclan and slow drying will give me at least somewhat straight yarn.  It should work, right?

My Dad is here to get started on his radiation treatment for his lung cancer.  I think he’s a bit nervous about it, heck, I’m a little nervous myself and I work at the radiation therapy center where he’s going to be treated.  It’s true what they always say, it is different when it’s your family.  He’s the only dad I have, you know.  : )

Slippery Socks are going well.  I’m loving this colorway, like I said before, it’s a complete departure from the usual for me.  Who knew that I’d be so crazy about hot pink, bright orange and bright, bright yellow yarn, not me that’s for sure.  Here’s to stepping outside the box every now and then.

Silence is argument carried on by other means.  Ernesto “Che” Guevara

Knitting

The one where she admits

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to pretty much doing nothing but knitting and eating cake Friday.  That was the plan and I’m proud to say that I stuck to it.  Very enjoyable day, but I think I’m ready to get back into my regular routine.  My father is coming here tomorrow to get started on his radiation treatment, so I’m sure I’ll have more than enough on my plate to keep me busy.

The Slippery Sock is moving along.  I’m 1 1/2 repeats into a three repeat section.  It’s pretty fiddly but I really like how it’s turning out.  I’ll try a photo update tomorrow.  You’ll just have to trust me until then.

Is she the cutest kid ever or what?

Time has flown by for us this past year, I keep wanting to slow it down and savor but it just seems to go faster and faster.  Every day is a blessing though, and it’s not always as easy or happy as I would like, but a blessing nonetheless.
Doing the best at this momen puts you in the best place for the next moment.  Oprah Winfrey
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The one where she takes time to

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tweak her blog a little.  I’m still a newbie at blogging and while I’m not as intimidated as I was, I’ve not explored the nuts and bolts of blogging, like style, what’s interesting, what’s TMI and what exactly is a blogroll anyway?  I’m working on how to get an About Me page, I’m not exactly computer illiterate, but I’m definitely a slow learner, so it’s pretty slow going and patience is not something I’m overly blessed with.

I do want to share my progress with the seriously impressive Slippery Sock.

OK, I’m about blogged out for today and Mr. Iknead wants to use the computer.

One should not increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything.  William of Occam (1285-1349); this principle of parsimony is known as “Occam’s razor”

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The one where her self control

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was tested, but she was able to hang on until it was officially WIP Wednesday.  Here’s my WIP Wednesday project, Knitty’s Slippery Socks.  I’m seriously in love with this yarn, surprisingly.  I lean toward blues and violets, so loving this particular orange/red/yellow colorway is a departure for me.  Could the knitting fairies be trying to tell me something?  Maybe something along the line of “Girl, everything you knit is the same (almost) color,  you seriously need to branch out!”

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I shall tell you a great secret my friend.  Do not wait for the last judgment, it takes place every day.  Albert Camus (1913-1960)

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The one where we decide

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what kind of treatment my father is going to undergo for his lung cancer.  We met with a radiation oncologist this morning, she recommended a course of radiation, then reexamination and further treatment if needed.  One thing at a time, one day at a time.  It’s to be started May 23, a week from today.  As someone who thrives on taking action, I think it will feel good just to start carrying out a treatment plan.

I’m definitely going to start the Slippery Socks from Knitty.  It’s written for dpns but I think I’ll try it on magic loop.  ML has really got me spoiled, it’s just easier for me to handle a long circ than to wrangle 5 dpns.  Here’s the link:

http://knitty.com/ISSUEwinter07/PATTslippery.html

Here’s the intended yarn –

Jitterbug Ruby Saffron 100% superwash merino

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.  Auguste Rodin (1840-1917)

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Sock project isn’t exactly lighting up the dials. So far, my socks don’t look anything like the picture. Hoping that when I get a few rounds done it’ll look more like I think it should look.

I’m becoming an expert at posting with my iPhone. I know I can post pictures too but I don’t know how yet. I just haven’t had time to work on learning it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back in the computer groove soon.
He who hurries cannot walk with dignity. Chinese proverb

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The one where she doesn’t care

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how odd sock toes look when they’re just started.  I need a WIP Wednesday project and this pair of toes is it.  I’ve felt more than a little down today, thinking about what’s going on with my family, Mom and Dad specifically.  It hit me suddenly at Target when I thought looking for a birthday card for the Papoose for her first birthday was a good idea.  So, I was looking at cards and it suddenly dawned on me that Mr. Iknead and I were going to miss her first birthday party because my father was diagnosed last week with lung cancer, pretty advanced we’re told, and I have to make yet another trip to DeQueen to pick him up to bring back to Little Rock (this will be my fourth trip in a week and a half) for an appointment with a radiation oncologist.  Put that on top of Mom’s dementia and her being in a nursing home, I suddenly felt piled upon and had to fight back tears, it’s so hard to have to make a choice between my grandchild and my father.  And I’m fighting tears again.  So, sock toes it is, with a little Josie Pug thrown in.

The difference between life and the movies is that a script has to make sense and life doesn’t.  Joseph L. Mankiewicz (1909-1993)

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